No, I"m not going anywhere, but 2015 is going away today. The last day of the year, a time to pause and reflect on the year departed. It's been fun.
No, really, it has! Lots going on in PawPaw's family and life this year. Most of it joyous. All considered, it's really been a good year.
The big news this year? PawPaw and Milady took up Cowboy Fast Draw shooting. In my opinion, the best shooting sport currently practiced anywhere in the country. It's fast, it's friendly, it's fun. Milady and I are already making plans for the shooting events we'll attend this year, and it looks like we'll make at least two big ones.
The children and grandchildren are safe, happy, sheltered and fed. That ain't bad in the overall scheme of things. There is a lot of joy in seeing your offspring happy and productive. Good times for everyone.
My resolutions this year? I resolve to make none. It never does any good anyway.
So, Happy New Year, y'all. Milady and I will be eating supper at Brother Bill's house this evening. He wants to try a new recipe, and we're his guinea-pigs. I suspect that we'll survive. He's a pretty good cook.
But, if I've hurt anyone's feelings this year, keep this thought in mind.
Gotta Run. See y'all around.
Thursday, December 31, 2015
Wednesday, December 30, 2015
Baltimore, Murder, Leadership
While drinking my second cup of coffee this morning, I come upon this wonderful news about Baltimore's murder rate.
Then, I remembered that the Democratic Mayor of Baltimore, Stephanie Rawlings-Blake was the one that told her police force to stand down during the riots earlier this year. And, the Maryland Governor, Democrat Martin O'Malley enacted dramatic new gun control laws in 2013. Many consider Maryland's gun control regime to be among the toughest in the nation.
So, what could account for such a high murder rate? I'm sure that the sociologists and anthropologists might have an idea, but I'd like to propose two simple explanations. When the police are told to not enforce the law, and the normal citizenry have to jump through hoops to defend themselves, what you get is a city filled with criminals who prey on good people.
And, of course, Democrats running the place. You have a perfect storm of criminality. In support of this hypothesis, I give you the following.
Chicago is the mass murder capital of the country. The mayor is Rahm Emmanuel, Democrat.
East St. Louis, leading the list for 2014. Democrat Mayor Emeka-Jackson Hicks.
Camden, NJ is second on the list. Dana Redd, Mayor, is also a Democrat
Gary, IN is next, with Karen Freeman-Wilson as Mayor. She's a Democrat.
I'm sure that you can see the trend. When you start finding red states on the list, the first that comes to mind is our own New Orleans, LA, at 9th place, and you guessed it, Mitch Landrieu (D) is the mayor. Louisiana doesn't come back on the list until #30, where we find our state capitol of Baton Rouge, and yep, once again we find Kip Holden (D) is mayor.
I'm sure that there is a trend here that we all can identify. I'll leave the thinking folks to draw their own conclusions.
With the new year looming, Baltimore finishes out 2015 with the highest per capita murder rate in the city’s history. CBS News reports that there have been more murders in Baltimore this year than in New York City, despite New York’s population being more than 13 times higher.Oh, maybe that's not so good. More murders than New York City, and the highest per-capita ever? What ever could have caused that? And just exactly how many murders have been committed in Baltimore this year? Well, they've had 300, it seems, and the year isn't over yet.
Then, I remembered that the Democratic Mayor of Baltimore, Stephanie Rawlings-Blake was the one that told her police force to stand down during the riots earlier this year. And, the Maryland Governor, Democrat Martin O'Malley enacted dramatic new gun control laws in 2013. Many consider Maryland's gun control regime to be among the toughest in the nation.
So, what could account for such a high murder rate? I'm sure that the sociologists and anthropologists might have an idea, but I'd like to propose two simple explanations. When the police are told to not enforce the law, and the normal citizenry have to jump through hoops to defend themselves, what you get is a city filled with criminals who prey on good people.
And, of course, Democrats running the place. You have a perfect storm of criminality. In support of this hypothesis, I give you the following.
Chicago is the mass murder capital of the country. The mayor is Rahm Emmanuel, Democrat.
East St. Louis, leading the list for 2014. Democrat Mayor Emeka-Jackson Hicks.
Camden, NJ is second on the list. Dana Redd, Mayor, is also a Democrat
Gary, IN is next, with Karen Freeman-Wilson as Mayor. She's a Democrat.
I'm sure that you can see the trend. When you start finding red states on the list, the first that comes to mind is our own New Orleans, LA, at 9th place, and you guessed it, Mitch Landrieu (D) is the mayor. Louisiana doesn't come back on the list until #30, where we find our state capitol of Baton Rouge, and yep, once again we find Kip Holden (D) is mayor.
I'm sure that there is a trend here that we all can identify. I'll leave the thinking folks to draw their own conclusions.
Tuesday, December 29, 2015
Tuesday Blahs
I had to run by the Courthouse today. Yeah, yeah, I know that the Sheriff's office is there, but I don't normally hang out up there. I'll go there on business maybe three times a year, and that's enough. Parking is horrible and people are busy.
Ran some errands and had an hour to drop by and see an old friend that I don't see nearly enough. We hung out in his shop and visited between jobs. When I drove up, he was finishing one job, and the other wasn't scheduled for an hour, so we just hung out and caught up. Good times.
Got home and realized that I hadn't picked up my prescription meds, so had to turn around and go back to the pharmacy.
In short, I have basically just pissed this day away. Good work, if you can get it. I got home and found this in my inbox.
Somebody raised that girl right.
Ran some errands and had an hour to drop by and see an old friend that I don't see nearly enough. We hung out in his shop and visited between jobs. When I drove up, he was finishing one job, and the other wasn't scheduled for an hour, so we just hung out and caught up. Good times.
Got home and realized that I hadn't picked up my prescription meds, so had to turn around and go back to the pharmacy.
In short, I have basically just pissed this day away. Good work, if you can get it. I got home and found this in my inbox.
Somebody raised that girl right.
Monday, December 28, 2015
Westerns On The Web
Westerns On The Web is an online resource for old western movies, and they do some other stuff in that genre. Earlier this year when we were at the Texas State Championship in Fort Worth, TX, they sent a crew out to see about our sport. They're released a short segment and I'm highlighting it here so that we can find it later.
That was a great shoot, and I'm looking forward to seeing more of their segments.
That was a great shoot, and I'm looking forward to seeing more of their segments.
Mission Accomplished
My mother told me that she wanted a flag hung on the flagpole outside the nursing home, so today, I st about to make that happen. Found some good, sturdy rope, then went over to the fire station to ask for assistance. Firemen are nothing if not patriotic and they hang flags. They also have big ladder trucks. The crew at the Masonic Street firehouse, Alexandria Fire Department told me they be happy to help, but the aerial truck was doing something right then. The dispatcher told me that he'd send them right over, so I went to the nursing home to await them. Inside of an hour, the truck showed up.
Big ol' aerial truck, T-41. The captain told me that it had a 100 foot boom, but we didn't need nearly 100 feet. In short order, he had the truck stabilized and the boom extended.
We had a little trouble, because this type flagpole has half of the rope (the down rope) running inside the pole. I had never seen one like that. All the other flag poles I've ever seen have both strands of rope running on the outside of the pole. Not this one. Leave it to me to have a weird flagpole. But, in short order the guys figured it out and had the new rope strung through the pulley.
That's a smallish flag, a 3X5, but it was the best I could do locally. I raised it with honors, and it will do until we can get a 5X8, which is a size better suited to this pole.
Long may it wave.
Big ol' aerial truck, T-41. The captain told me that it had a 100 foot boom, but we didn't need nearly 100 feet. In short order, he had the truck stabilized and the boom extended.
We had a little trouble, because this type flagpole has half of the rope (the down rope) running inside the pole. I had never seen one like that. All the other flag poles I've ever seen have both strands of rope running on the outside of the pole. Not this one. Leave it to me to have a weird flagpole. But, in short order the guys figured it out and had the new rope strung through the pulley.
That's a smallish flag, a 3X5, but it was the best I could do locally. I raised it with honors, and it will do until we can get a 5X8, which is a size better suited to this pole.
Long may it wave.
Sunday, December 27, 2015
Sunday Morning Dawg
With the extended celebration this week, PawPaw's internal calendar is all screwed up, and it wasn't until I looked at the calendar that I realized today is Sunday. PawPaw slept-in this morning, to nearly 6:30 and awoke to find Milady cooking. We're hosting her side of the family today for lunch and the menu is Taco Soup. The recipe is under the link. It's a dump soup with lots of cans of beans, corn, all manner of goodness.
She made a double batch because we're expecting a dozen folks. After it was assembled, she transferred it into two large crock-pots, where it will simmer the rest of the morning. So, we're hanging out in our slippers, waiting for Milady's siblings to arrive.
The dog, of course, is being layabout. There's not much going on, so there is no reason for the dog to get busy.
We're hoping that the rain holds off till late this afternoon. Milady wants to strap up her brothers and do a little wax shooting in the backyard. The guns are cleaned, the ammo is loaded, and if the weather cooperates we'll set up the range after lunch. She wants to introduce her family to Fast Draw shooting. With luck, we'll generate some interest.
PawPaw probably won't strap if we're able to shoot. I'll be fitting holsters, giving safety briefings, and running the line. And taking pictures. Lots of pictures.
She made a double batch because we're expecting a dozen folks. After it was assembled, she transferred it into two large crock-pots, where it will simmer the rest of the morning. So, we're hanging out in our slippers, waiting for Milady's siblings to arrive.
The dog, of course, is being layabout. There's not much going on, so there is no reason for the dog to get busy.
We're hoping that the rain holds off till late this afternoon. Milady wants to strap up her brothers and do a little wax shooting in the backyard. The guns are cleaned, the ammo is loaded, and if the weather cooperates we'll set up the range after lunch. She wants to introduce her family to Fast Draw shooting. With luck, we'll generate some interest.
PawPaw probably won't strap if we're able to shoot. I'll be fitting holsters, giving safety briefings, and running the line. And taking pictures. Lots of pictures.
Saturday, December 26, 2015
A Cautionary Christmas Tale
You may have missed in the joy that comes with Christmas celebration and the associated frivolity we ensues, this Christmas tale of a life gone wrong.
It seems that a young man, described as "an aspiring rap artist" was shot dead by an off-duty police officer following an incident at a mall. You can read the article yourself, but basically, this "aspiring rap artist" took a gun to a mall. There, by plan or accident, he came upon a group of people he had "been beefing" with and shots were fired. As our "aspiring rap artist" left the area, he pointed his gun at random people, one of whom turned out to be an off-duty police officer. The off-duty officer, properly trained and equipped, rendered the "aspiring rap artist" hors de combat by shooting him dead. This picture is floating around the various media outlets.
That's our "aspiring rap artist".
Of course, the uproar is intense. But it can't find traction. What we learn from superficial background is that our "aspiring rap artist" had a lengthy record of run-ins with the police. Recently, before his death, he ... well ... I"ll et his friends tell it.
The cautionary part of this tale is simple. There are good, honest, hardworking people in our society who have decided that gun free zones (as most malls are) make no sense. Those folks have decided to be armed every day, every where. If an "aspiring rap artist" decides to create a ruckus, and when leaving, points a gun at one of those folks, they are prepared to defend themselves, Pointing a gun at someone is a lethal threat. It should come as no surprise to the "aspiring rap artist" that if you point your gun at enough people, the simple odds will catch up with you eventually. That middle-aged fellow standing in the aisle may not be as meek as he appears. He might shoot you dead, then someone will take a photo of you with your pants down around your ass.
In this example, the meek fellow in aisle happened to be a 19-year police veteran. Our "aspiring rap artist" made a very bad choice. This was a good, clean shoot. The family will get no traction from it, nor any settlements. This is a simple case of a good guy shooting a bad guy.
It seems that a young man, described as "an aspiring rap artist" was shot dead by an off-duty police officer following an incident at a mall. You can read the article yourself, but basically, this "aspiring rap artist" took a gun to a mall. There, by plan or accident, he came upon a group of people he had "been beefing" with and shots were fired. As our "aspiring rap artist" left the area, he pointed his gun at random people, one of whom turned out to be an off-duty police officer. The off-duty officer, properly trained and equipped, rendered the "aspiring rap artist" hors de combat by shooting him dead. This picture is floating around the various media outlets.
That's our "aspiring rap artist".
Of course, the uproar is intense. But it can't find traction. What we learn from superficial background is that our "aspiring rap artist" had a lengthy record of run-ins with the police. Recently, before his death, he ... well ... I"ll et his friends tell it.
“He got a job, got off both ankle bracelets and was turning his life around,” Sadek said. “People don’t understand that level of hip-hop. (Music) was his way of venting his life and frustrations.”Two ankle bracelets? Really? That speaks volumes to the civic-minded dedication of this young man, who had not one, but two different agencies monitoring his activities. Because Black Lives Matter. You can go read the links for the whole story, but the simple matter is that our "aspring rap artist" pointed a gun at someone who was trained and ready to stop the mayhem. It was the final act in a life that had gone off the rails.
The cautionary part of this tale is simple. There are good, honest, hardworking people in our society who have decided that gun free zones (as most malls are) make no sense. Those folks have decided to be armed every day, every where. If an "aspiring rap artist" decides to create a ruckus, and when leaving, points a gun at one of those folks, they are prepared to defend themselves, Pointing a gun at someone is a lethal threat. It should come as no surprise to the "aspiring rap artist" that if you point your gun at enough people, the simple odds will catch up with you eventually. That middle-aged fellow standing in the aisle may not be as meek as he appears. He might shoot you dead, then someone will take a photo of you with your pants down around your ass.
In this example, the meek fellow in aisle happened to be a 19-year police veteran. Our "aspiring rap artist" made a very bad choice. This was a good, clean shoot. The family will get no traction from it, nor any settlements. This is a simple case of a good guy shooting a bad guy.
Friday, December 25, 2015
Merry Christmas
Sitting here in my slippers this rainy Christmas morning, I am grateful that I've seen my family this week, I've enjoyed the plentiful food and I've shared cheer with friends. It's quiet at PawPaw's house, so I turn to the internets to read the newspaper, and I see this joyous headline on the Daily Mail.
We've become addicted to a just-in-time delivery system, the finest in the world. If FedEx decides to take the day off to enjoy Christmas with their families, that's their prerogative. I know, they make their living by delivering packages, but if it's really important, maybe ordering it by December 1st makes better sense. I have very little sympathy for those who fail to plan ahead, during the busiest shopping month of the year.
Next year, plan better. Make sure that your Christmas essentials are inside your house by December 15th and there won't be a problem. If millions of people decide at the last minute to order packages, there are only so many trucks in the fleet and only so many drivers to deliver those packages.
I hope that FedEx employees have a rich, blessed Christmas. I'm expecting a package, but I'm not expecting it today. FedEx tracking says that it will be delivered tomorrow, but I'm not holding my breath, and if it gets here early next week, that will be fine.
PawPaw has picked up the extra tables and put away the folding chairs from the festivities last night. I intend to revel in my sloth for the rest of the day and enjoy the company of my lady. Tomorrow is soon enough to worry about the world, and everything I need is right here.
'The worst delivery service ever': FedEx admits it has missed THOUSANDS of Christmas deliveries to the outrage of parents across AmericaAnd the Twitter feed on the page below is blowing up, giving FedEx hell for missing those important, last-minute deliveries.To which I say, Get Over It.
We've become addicted to a just-in-time delivery system, the finest in the world. If FedEx decides to take the day off to enjoy Christmas with their families, that's their prerogative. I know, they make their living by delivering packages, but if it's really important, maybe ordering it by December 1st makes better sense. I have very little sympathy for those who fail to plan ahead, during the busiest shopping month of the year.
Next year, plan better. Make sure that your Christmas essentials are inside your house by December 15th and there won't be a problem. If millions of people decide at the last minute to order packages, there are only so many trucks in the fleet and only so many drivers to deliver those packages.
I hope that FedEx employees have a rich, blessed Christmas. I'm expecting a package, but I'm not expecting it today. FedEx tracking says that it will be delivered tomorrow, but I'm not holding my breath, and if it gets here early next week, that will be fine.
PawPaw has picked up the extra tables and put away the folding chairs from the festivities last night. I intend to revel in my sloth for the rest of the day and enjoy the company of my lady. Tomorrow is soon enough to worry about the world, and everything I need is right here.
Thursday, December 24, 2015
Mistletoe
Mistletoe is a fungal plant that grows in trees. You can research it yourself, but I was listening to Christmas music and found this line in Mel Torme's The Christmas Song.
"Mistletoe?" I asked.
"Yeah, mistletoe." Dad said. "This thicket is lousy with it." He thumbed a shell into his shotgun and blasted a green clump in the top of a nearby tree. Mistletoe rained down around us. "Pick that up." he said.
He told me about mistletoe, a magical little parasitic plant that grows in trees and has the power to let young men steal a kiss from the girls. Today, that would probably be a sexist philosophy, but in the late '60s it seemed like just the key to get a little money in my pocket.
I blasted a few clumps and before long, had a hunting bag full of mistletoe sprigs. When I got home, I raided Mom's stash of ribbon, converting blasted mistletoe clumps into a salable item. I sold them around the neighborhood for 50 cents apiece, and took some to school the week before Christmas break. I don't remember how much money I made, but I had a lot of fun with it. Especially in the school-house, before the administration shut me down.
Good times, good times.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get busy. The family will be here for Christmas Eve and I've got a list of things to accomplish.
Merry Christmas, Y'all.
Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe,And that remided me of a time when I was a kid, hunting ducks with my Dad on a little pothole called Catfish Prarie in the Catahoula swamp. Dad and I were walking out of the swamp after a morning of duck hunting. I was an adolescent, probably 12 or 13 years old and was trying to figure out a way to get a little Christmas money in my pocket. I mentioned that to Dad, and he told me to sell mistletoe.
Help to make the season bright,
"Mistletoe?" I asked.
"Yeah, mistletoe." Dad said. "This thicket is lousy with it." He thumbed a shell into his shotgun and blasted a green clump in the top of a nearby tree. Mistletoe rained down around us. "Pick that up." he said.
He told me about mistletoe, a magical little parasitic plant that grows in trees and has the power to let young men steal a kiss from the girls. Today, that would probably be a sexist philosophy, but in the late '60s it seemed like just the key to get a little money in my pocket.
I blasted a few clumps and before long, had a hunting bag full of mistletoe sprigs. When I got home, I raided Mom's stash of ribbon, converting blasted mistletoe clumps into a salable item. I sold them around the neighborhood for 50 cents apiece, and took some to school the week before Christmas break. I don't remember how much money I made, but I had a lot of fun with it. Especially in the school-house, before the administration shut me down.
Good times, good times.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get busy. The family will be here for Christmas Eve and I've got a list of things to accomplish.
Merry Christmas, Y'all.
Wednesday, December 23, 2015
My Ruger Story
I've been shooting Rugers since 1981. In April 1981, I bought my very first service revolver, a Ruger Security Six in .357 magnum. In the years since, I've bought several Ruger products; revolvers, semi-auto pistols, M77 rifles, rimfire rifles, single action revolvers. They all worked as advertised. I've given many of them away to kids and grandkids, but I woud estimate the number of Ruger firearms I've owned to be several dozen. Certainly more than twenty.
When Milady and I started shooting Cowboy Fast Draw in March, 2015, I bought two revolvers specifically for the game. Ruger New Vaqueros in .45 Colt. Milady customized hers with the addition of grips that fit her hand and she colored them with fingernail polish.
She shot that revolver at Texas State in April and later at the Southern Territorials championship in July where she placed and brought home a trophy. In the interim, thousands of rounds of wax bullet ammo had gone down the barrel.
Ruger, of course, is a sponsor of the Cowboy Fast Draw Association, and lots of competitors use Ruger handguns for the game.
In August, Milady found a revolver that she really likes, by Traditions. The Traditions is made by Pietta of Italy. It's lighter than the Ruger, and Milady adopted it for her primary revolver. The Ruger was relegated to back-up tasks and training grandkids.
During Thanksgiving we were letting grandkids shoot wax in the backyard, and one of them was using the Vaquero. I happened to notice that the front sight was loose, and asked my son to look at it. He simply pulled it from its slot and told me that it appeared that the solder had turned loose. So, the week following, I called Ruger, had a shipping label emailed to me, boxed it up and sent it to Newport, NH. Ruger's customer service is legendary and I knew that they would repair the revolver and return it in short order.
On December 16th I was in a training session and my phone rang. The nature of my work is that I answer my cell phone, so I excused myself and walked out into the hall to take the call. It was from Ruger, a customer rep named Angela. She told me that the barrel and cylinder had been irreparably damaged from the use of squib rounds and that Ruger could not economically repair the gun.
I was stunned. I was also busy, so I asked her to research it further and told her I'd call her on the 17th. I returned to my training session, amazed and perplexed. I thought about little more than Milady's revolver for the rest of the day. Lots of questions going through my mind, but mainly just exactly how CFDA ammunition had ruined a gun as solidly built as a Ruger New Vaquero. Milady and I discussed it that evening, and I told her that I'd call Ruger on the morrow and keep her apprised.
I called on the morning of the 17th, talked to Angela, and she told me that the gun was damaged, that she had checked with the tech, and he thought that the cylinder was okay, but that the barrel had been damaged. She kept mentioning squib ammunition. She also said that it could not be economically repaired, and for $389.00, Ruger would send me an identical new-in-box firearm. I asked what would happen to our firearm if I took Ruger's offer, and Angela told me that Milady's gun would be destroyed at the factory. I told Angela to stop everything, that I was sending a letter. On the 18th I dropped a letter in the mail, One paragraph of that letter asked the pertinent question:
In fairness, the technician who first inspected Milady's revolver may never have seen a gun that had been fired solely with wax bullet ammo. Wax bullet ammo is messy, it requires cleaning frequently. Some competitors clean their revolvers every ten shots. After an afternoon of shooting in the backyard with grandkids, I'll bet that revolver was fairly cruddy. And, I admit that I didn't give the barrel and cylinder a thorough cleaning after we used it that afternoon.
I'm glad I wrote the letter explaining the condition of the revolver. And, I'm glad that someone at Ruger got the letter, understood the dilemma, and went to the shop floor to see for herself. Milady's New Vaquero is on the way home, life is good, and my faith in Ruger is restored.
When Milady and I started shooting Cowboy Fast Draw in March, 2015, I bought two revolvers specifically for the game. Ruger New Vaqueros in .45 Colt. Milady customized hers with the addition of grips that fit her hand and she colored them with fingernail polish.
She shot that revolver at Texas State in April and later at the Southern Territorials championship in July where she placed and brought home a trophy. In the interim, thousands of rounds of wax bullet ammo had gone down the barrel.
Ruger, of course, is a sponsor of the Cowboy Fast Draw Association, and lots of competitors use Ruger handguns for the game.
In August, Milady found a revolver that she really likes, by Traditions. The Traditions is made by Pietta of Italy. It's lighter than the Ruger, and Milady adopted it for her primary revolver. The Ruger was relegated to back-up tasks and training grandkids.
During Thanksgiving we were letting grandkids shoot wax in the backyard, and one of them was using the Vaquero. I happened to notice that the front sight was loose, and asked my son to look at it. He simply pulled it from its slot and told me that it appeared that the solder had turned loose. So, the week following, I called Ruger, had a shipping label emailed to me, boxed it up and sent it to Newport, NH. Ruger's customer service is legendary and I knew that they would repair the revolver and return it in short order.
On December 16th I was in a training session and my phone rang. The nature of my work is that I answer my cell phone, so I excused myself and walked out into the hall to take the call. It was from Ruger, a customer rep named Angela. She told me that the barrel and cylinder had been irreparably damaged from the use of squib rounds and that Ruger could not economically repair the gun.
I was stunned. I was also busy, so I asked her to research it further and told her I'd call her on the 17th. I returned to my training session, amazed and perplexed. I thought about little more than Milady's revolver for the rest of the day. Lots of questions going through my mind, but mainly just exactly how CFDA ammunition had ruined a gun as solidly built as a Ruger New Vaquero. Milady and I discussed it that evening, and I told her that I'd call Ruger on the morrow and keep her apprised.
I called on the morning of the 17th, talked to Angela, and she told me that the gun was damaged, that she had checked with the tech, and he thought that the cylinder was okay, but that the barrel had been damaged. She kept mentioning squib ammunition. She also said that it could not be economically repaired, and for $389.00, Ruger would send me an identical new-in-box firearm. I asked what would happen to our firearm if I took Ruger's offer, and Angela told me that Milady's gun would be destroyed at the factory. I told Angela to stop everything, that I was sending a letter. On the 18th I dropped a letter in the mail, One paragraph of that letter asked the pertinent question:
What I don't understand is how shotgun primer wax bullet ammunition could possibly have damaged the barrel, and the cylinder to the point where the firearm would have to be destroyed. I admit that I am both mystified and perplexed at this information.I anxiously awaited Ruger's reply. That call came yesterday. I answered my cell phone and talked to a lady from Ruger. (I didn't capture her name.) She told me that she had read my letter, had gone to the repair shop to find my gun, had instructed the techs to clean it thoroughly and re-inspect the barrel. After a thorough cleaning, they found nothing at all wrong with the revolver. She instructed the tech to re-attach the front sight and prepare the gun for shipment. Within the hour I got a shipping notice from FedEx. The revolver is on the way home, Milady is powerfully relieved, and my faith in Ruger customer service is restored.
In fairness, the technician who first inspected Milady's revolver may never have seen a gun that had been fired solely with wax bullet ammo. Wax bullet ammo is messy, it requires cleaning frequently. Some competitors clean their revolvers every ten shots. After an afternoon of shooting in the backyard with grandkids, I'll bet that revolver was fairly cruddy. And, I admit that I didn't give the barrel and cylinder a thorough cleaning after we used it that afternoon.
I'm glad I wrote the letter explaining the condition of the revolver. And, I'm glad that someone at Ruger got the letter, understood the dilemma, and went to the shop floor to see for herself. Milady's New Vaquero is on the way home, life is good, and my faith in Ruger is restored.
Tuesday, December 22, 2015
The Gun Problem
John Hinderaker, over at Power Line Blog, found an interesting graphic. Produced by the Young Conservatives, it purports to show the US murder rate from 1885-2012. Hinderaker admits that he's not completely sure of the accuracy, but from the figures he's checked against FBI crime stats, it seems to be accurate. The left axis is murder per 100,000 people. Of course, you can click on it to see the chart in a larger format.
That kind of puts the whole issue in historical perspective, which is very important when you're making arguments about policy.
I'll admit that the FBI probably wasn't keeping crime stats back in the 1880s, for lots of good reasons. The Wild West was hard to police and even harder to get statistics on. And, the FBI wouldn't come into existence until 1908 and the Uniform Crime Report was established in 1930. So, the graphic before 1930 may have some interpretation issues, but it's probably representative.
We're expecting the President to make a big, regulatory executive order on guns as soon as he gets back from his Christmas holiday. We know that he's a Democrat and his base demands action on a problem that seems to be solving itself through laws already enacted.
That kind of puts the whole issue in historical perspective, which is very important when you're making arguments about policy.
I'll admit that the FBI probably wasn't keeping crime stats back in the 1880s, for lots of good reasons. The Wild West was hard to police and even harder to get statistics on. And, the FBI wouldn't come into existence until 1908 and the Uniform Crime Report was established in 1930. So, the graphic before 1930 may have some interpretation issues, but it's probably representative.
We're expecting the President to make a big, regulatory executive order on guns as soon as he gets back from his Christmas holiday. We know that he's a Democrat and his base demands action on a problem that seems to be solving itself through laws already enacted.
Monday, December 21, 2015
Monday Notes
Woke to a rainy morning. The dog's not amused, and neither am I. The weather is what it is, though, and a rainy Monday ain't bad. It isn't great, either. It's a good day to do laundry
I'm watching Whistle-britches, my 9 yo grand-daughter while her parents are out of town. They'll be back this afternoon, but she's not a problem. Ensconced in the kid's bedroom with a Kindle and a TV, I haven't really heard much out of her, except while we were running errands. That's over, and I'll cook some lunch in another hour or so.
My son gave me a DVD for my birthday, James Garner's Support Your Local Sheriff, and Support Your Local Gunfighter, both on the same disc. I watched them last night and remembered how good old westerns used to be. James Garner, Suzanne Plechette, Walter Brennan, Jack Elam, the cast just went on and on. Good stuff, and a great way to spend a Sunday night.
Raining to beat hell, and I'm watching it rain. Perhaps I'll have more bloggy goodness tomorrow. Don't count on it.
Raining to beat hell, and I'm watching it rain. Perhaps I'll have more bloggy goodness tomorrow. Don't count on it.
Bloomberg on Guns
So, I saw this meme, and it just sounded weird to me, but most everything sounds weird to me these days, so I checked it out. Sure enough, Mayor Mike Bloomberg doesn't think college kids should have guns. From this interview:
And, lots of us had guns on campus even in the '70s. Rifles and shotguns in nearly every dorm closet. We hunted in the afternoons and on the weekends. There was never any problem. And, when I graduated from college at the tender age of 21, the Army gave me lots of guns. Five M601 tanks and plenty of machine guns. And nineteen (19) people to run all that firepower.
But, it looks like this meme is virtuous.
Mike Bloomberg is an ass. College age students are adults, and should be treated like adults.
and when these people want to have a right to carry on campus – I don't know what you did in school, but I shouldn't have had a gun in school. I mean, come on! And that was before grass.Oh, Mayor Bloomberg. You were in school before grass? No, Mike, I'm pretty sure that we had marijuana before 1964, when you graduated from college.
And, lots of us had guns on campus even in the '70s. Rifles and shotguns in nearly every dorm closet. We hunted in the afternoons and on the weekends. There was never any problem. And, when I graduated from college at the tender age of 21, the Army gave me lots of guns. Five M601 tanks and plenty of machine guns. And nineteen (19) people to run all that firepower.
But, it looks like this meme is virtuous.
Mike Bloomberg is an ass. College age students are adults, and should be treated like adults.
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gun rights,
human rights.,
stupidity
Sunday, December 20, 2015
Asked and Answered
A bunch of folks were commenting on a thread at the Gunslinger Forum regarding some controversy in the game right now. Specifically, slip-cocking on purpose so that you can use your shot if your opponent misses. Some guys have had success with something called the"Dump Draw" in an effort to increase speed. Then, as threads do, it got hijacked and someone asked about moving the target, so that accuracy would take precedence over speed. Some guys have had success with something called the"Dump Draw" in an effort to increase speed. So, there's a big controversy right now in CFDA over the recovery shot and the dump draw. That's not the focus of this posting, but it provides context. Some wag said that we should move the target back to 25 feet to priortize accuracy over speed.
Then, one wag made the statement:
I was using a Uberti Cattleman revolver, the standard 4.75" barrel so common to Cowboy Fast Draw. On any line of six competitors, fully half of them will be shooting Uberti Cattleman revolvers. I was also using standard CFDA brass, C&R (yellow) wax bullets and Rio 209 shotgun primers. Very common ammunition. So, I went out to my steel target and put a little aiming point between the light and the top of the target. I was shooting at the standard CFDA steel target, 24" in diameter.
So, I went to the 21 foot line, took careful aim, and fired five shots.
Five shots, five hits. That's about what I'd expect. The bullets all showed stability and fairly good accuracy, all grouping in the lower left quadrant of the target.
I took my photo, painted my target with white lithium grease and stepped back five feet.
At 25 feet, I was still getting solid hits on the target and the group had opened up just a bit. But, still, if you knew your revolver, it should be easy to get hits on our standard target at 25 feet.
So, I marked off another five feet and loaded the revolver.
At 30 feet we've lost all grouping ability, and the hits are showing evidence of tumbling. Of five shots fired, four found the target. I've got a thumbnail at 7:00 one hit on the edge of the target at 3:00 and two at the 111:00-12:00 area. The hit at 12:00 shows evidence of keyholing.
Evidently at 25 feet, the wax slugs still have stability, enough to group reliably on a target, but at 30 feet, we've gone past the distance to reliably group wax bullets. Accuracy is out the window.
Your results may be different than mine, and I admit that I only spent an hour or so shooting in the back yard to get these decidedly un-scientific results. My revolver, my ammo, my range. Your results might vary.
Then, one wag made the statement:
Haven't tested further back with wax but know not to much farther past the target the wax takes flight in a weird cork screw pattern.I don't know about a weird corkscrew pattern, but I know that the bullets we use are very light and they lose momentum quickly. These wax bullets don't go very far. At 21 feet they're fairly stable, but when they start losing momentum, stability and accuracy go out the door quickly, so I grabbed a revolver and went out to my backyard range to see what I could learn.
I was using a Uberti Cattleman revolver, the standard 4.75" barrel so common to Cowboy Fast Draw. On any line of six competitors, fully half of them will be shooting Uberti Cattleman revolvers. I was also using standard CFDA brass, C&R (yellow) wax bullets and Rio 209 shotgun primers. Very common ammunition. So, I went out to my steel target and put a little aiming point between the light and the top of the target. I was shooting at the standard CFDA steel target, 24" in diameter.
So, I went to the 21 foot line, took careful aim, and fired five shots.
Five shots, five hits. That's about what I'd expect. The bullets all showed stability and fairly good accuracy, all grouping in the lower left quadrant of the target.
I took my photo, painted my target with white lithium grease and stepped back five feet.
At 25 feet, I was still getting solid hits on the target and the group had opened up just a bit. But, still, if you knew your revolver, it should be easy to get hits on our standard target at 25 feet.
So, I marked off another five feet and loaded the revolver.
At 30 feet we've lost all grouping ability, and the hits are showing evidence of tumbling. Of five shots fired, four found the target. I've got a thumbnail at 7:00 one hit on the edge of the target at 3:00 and two at the 111:00-12:00 area. The hit at 12:00 shows evidence of keyholing.
Evidently at 25 feet, the wax slugs still have stability, enough to group reliably on a target, but at 30 feet, we've gone past the distance to reliably group wax bullets. Accuracy is out the window.
Your results may be different than mine, and I admit that I only spent an hour or so shooting in the back yard to get these decidedly un-scientific results. My revolver, my ammo, my range. Your results might vary.
Another Trip Around The Sun
On December 20, 1953, this fellow came kicking and screaming into the world. If my math is correct, I've seen 62 trips around the sun. Over the course of that time I've made some bad choices and some good decisions. Had a lot of fun and made lots of memories. I wouldn't change a bit of it.
This song has become my birthday anthem, it describes exactly what I'm thinking about on my birthday.
Hopefully I have a few more trips in me before I have to turn loose. It's turning into quite the ride.
This song has become my birthday anthem, it describes exactly what I'm thinking about on my birthday.
Hopefully I have a few more trips in me before I have to turn loose. It's turning into quite the ride.
Saturday, December 19, 2015
It's Deceased!
Day by Day cartoon nails the Republican Party to its perch, in Pythonesque fashion.
Heh! A lot of us have been thinking that for a long time.
Heh! A lot of us have been thinking that for a long time.
Friday, December 18, 2015
Rude Behavior
I've been hanging out at a Facebook Group called Outlaw Legacy, and they link to a lot of westerns that have become iconic over the past decade. One of the posters put up recently is a quote from Lonesome Dove. In that clip, Woodrow Call beats an Army scout to within an inch of his life. In doing so, he scared the living hell out of the townspeople, so he explains his behavior.
The YouTube clip is here.
I'll have to dig this one out to watch again this winter. It's a favorite.
The YouTube clip is here.
I'll have to dig this one out to watch again this winter. It's a favorite.
Pocket Knives
There's a thread in the forum I frequent about Ye Olde Knife thread and there is one knife in my collection that has stood the test of time.
Back in the day, every hardware store or farm co-op had a knife display case. The old hemp hay-bale twine was notoriously hard on a blade, so a farm knife had to be durable, keep an edge, yet be easy to sharpen. Time and time again I'd try a new knife but the one I kept coming back to was the Case Sodbuster.
It's a simple design, actually. A single blade made from good steel, sandwiched between micarta handles. Nowadays you can get them in any color of the rainbow, but when I started buying them, the colors were black and yellow. I still prefer the black handles.
If you find me with pants on, I'll probably have one of these knives in my pocket. I've been carrying them since the late '70s and I've gone through several, mainly from losing them. I don't believe I've worn one out. What I like about these knives is that the outside profile is rounded like a bar of well-worn soap. There are no square corners to poke holes in your pocket or pinch when you sit down, and of course, the blade is a time tested design that easy to sharpen
For simple, basic cutting tasks from hay-twine to skinning large animals, it's hard to beat a Sodbuster.
Back in the day, every hardware store or farm co-op had a knife display case. The old hemp hay-bale twine was notoriously hard on a blade, so a farm knife had to be durable, keep an edge, yet be easy to sharpen. Time and time again I'd try a new knife but the one I kept coming back to was the Case Sodbuster.
It's a simple design, actually. A single blade made from good steel, sandwiched between micarta handles. Nowadays you can get them in any color of the rainbow, but when I started buying them, the colors were black and yellow. I still prefer the black handles.
If you find me with pants on, I'll probably have one of these knives in my pocket. I've been carrying them since the late '70s and I've gone through several, mainly from losing them. I don't believe I've worn one out. What I like about these knives is that the outside profile is rounded like a bar of well-worn soap. There are no square corners to poke holes in your pocket or pinch when you sit down, and of course, the blade is a time tested design that easy to sharpen
For simple, basic cutting tasks from hay-twine to skinning large animals, it's hard to beat a Sodbuster.
Thursday, December 17, 2015
Joe Bonamasssa
Went over to Brother Bill's house last week and he was watching Joe Bonamassa on YouTube. I had never heard of the guy, but he's a heck of a blues guitar.. Here he riff's on B.B. King's classic The Thrill is Gone. I think B.B. would approve.
I like this guy's style and I'll have to look for more of his music.
I like this guy's style and I'll have to look for more of his music.
Gun Control
Kurt Russell recently spoke out on the subject of gun control when asked about it during an interview.
It sounds about right to me.
"If you think gun control is going to change the terrorists’ point of view, I think you’re, like, out of your mind," Russell said to anti-gun Hollywood reporter Jeffery Wells while promoting his new film, "The Hateful Eight." "I think it’s absolutely insane.”Of course, it didn't take long for someone to make it a poster.
It sounds about right to me.
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